We had a nice practice last night. We covered some new ground, uncovered some old ground and played All Right Now a hundred and sixty four times. Actually, it was only three times. And I must say that Rodney does a KILLER bass riff on that song and Big Hand NAILED the drums.
Last night everyone seemed to be in a particularly raucous mood and there was much frivolity and laughter. I look forward to that as much as making music with that talented bunch. And who knew that P was camera shy?
As was earlier warned, there was a large variety of high-pitched mamby-pamby sack-squeezin’ vocal parts in this somewhat ambitious set list. I can only assume from the silence after these numbers that my vocals were so dead-on and awe inspiring that strong emotion prevented speech from my compatriots. Either that or those numbers will quietly fade from future set lists.
In any case, we played All Right Now and Baker Street, which sounded really good. We attempted Bittersweet for the first time. However, this song is completely new to me and I still need to learn it. We played Good and it was, Help Me Make It Through The Night (which is one of those songs that surprised me – with a bit of creativity we could make that one our own). And then there was Lump. Lump was so nice we had to play her twice. Dave said that my vocals are PERFECT for that song. Of course, I must agree with his brilliant observation. We also played New Age Girl a couple of times, No Rain, Secret Agent Man (with P’s new All Spy Review intro – very very nice). We also did Walking In Memphis for the first time and it sounded really good. Big Hand sounded very nice on his cymbals. Wes edumacated me about Beale Street. We played What’s Up and ended the evening with Stacy’s Mom. The ending was great and once again, Dave was on his game. It must have been his night. Or all that cramming paid off.
There was also a nice impromptu jam on Can’t You See with Wes singing lead and P and I valiantly backing him up. It sounded really good, which led P to lament that it was done by one of the very few Southern Rock Bands that was NOT a one hit wonder.
I am pleased to announce that Rodney has a nice shiny new amp. Big Hand Dave and I are going shopping next week for a PA. Assuming he ever gets off his whirlwind world tour. P reminded everyone that, under no circumstances would it be allowed for us to change our name to Big Hand Dave and the Mamby Pamby Sack Squeezers. A couple other name suggestions that cropped up during the evening were Bionic Piranhas, Little Speedy & Big Hand Dave and Fen Teat Off Of Beale.
One of the more peculiar incidents of the evening was Big Hand Savant’s weird and strange display of Louie Louie math. He kept going on and on about square roots and derivatives of Louie Louie. I was becoming concerned.
It was a night of quotes. They were coming so fast it was hard to keep up (rimshot).
“My damn rings are un-rung” ~P
“That was just mean.” ~ Dave
“The rest of the time I was just looking good.” ~ Wes
“I know a cowbell when I see one, and that ain’t it!” ~JD
“If you know what I mean.” ~everybody
“One string, 72 frets. One drum, 72 sticks.” ~Dave
“I still can’t believe her name was really Jack.” ~Wes
“What are the two holes in the back of your guitar for?” ~P
“Not that he was looking, or anything.” ~JD
“Just get dressed.” ~Dave
“I’m gonna’ butcher this f@cker.” ~R
“Stop pointing that thing at me!” ~Phillip.
“I almost had beer in my mouth when you said that.” ~JD
“How far is fen teat?” ~Wes
and my favorite of the night:
“We Sam Kenisized it.” ~R
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